Not all wishes are pure. (evil_wishes) wrote in mistaken_pieces, @ 2009-01-08 20:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! ip, - 2020 september, - knockturn alley, [player: cai], [player: halo], [player: jade], malcolm bowen, natasha beckett, varin dmitrov |
One Moment of Your Time
Who: Natasha Beckett, open
Where: Knockturn Alley
When: 9/8/2020, mid-afternoon
Status: Open, ongoing
Summary:
Beckett had been lying low ever since the meeting at the Cup, thinking about what had been discussed. In the end, it had been thought prudent to wait a while before taking any action. They didn't want anyone to connect any of them being seen together for the first time with the death of the Minister. It would be better to let the excitement of the Cup die... to pursue other endeavors until the time was right.
The time, Beckett thought, would never be right. There would always be those minuscule details hanging back at the edge of the light... flashing just enough of themselves that doom might be brought to what they sought to achieve.
As much as the incriminating details were in the light.. they were also in the dark.
Give the Ministry too much credit, and you'd be looking over your shoulder even when conditions were perfect... just to trip over your own feet.
Beckett smiled briefly to herself at that thought. She thought it rather true... just not poetic enough. It could use work... a new spin, a clever tongue. There were those who could feed those lines to the others to make them see the folly of their ways. Beckett would owl a certain wizard later and inform him of her epiphany.
For now, she settled for keeping a polite expression in place while she idly slid the cross on her necklace back and forth against the chain. She had set up a small stall displaying some of her finer jewelry for the day, hoping to snag clientele who might not brave the light of Diagon Alley to inspect her main shop.
It was a good way, she presumed, to meet other witches and wizards of like minds.